My granddaughter, Nadine, was not quite two years old when her father, my son Grey, was killed in a plane crash. So she doesn’t remember him.

When she was approaching her sixteenth birthday, I tried to think of a special gift. I commissioned singer/songwriter Carol Noonan to compose a song and record it for Nadine’s birthday. I gave her a photo of Nadine (showing her green eyes, which are mentioned in the song) and told her a few details. Carol did the rest, and here it is. The first time I heard it, I wept. I still do, every time.